Comparing and contrasting.

I never knew Erik Ainge was an addict, just like I never knew Henry Granju was one until almost a year ago.

This caught my attention, though:

I went to Tennessee to visit friends, and I had some trouble with the law. It never got reported because the cops were Tennessee fans, and they saw how bad a shape I was in. It was so bad that I don't even want to talk about it. I was cuffed, but instead of busting me, the cops called somebody in town that knew me.

Erik was in rehab two days after that. Henry was apparently arrested once but now is dead. The difference is striking to me. Did this happen in Knoxville? He doesn't say, probably on purpose. Wouldn't it have been nice for law enforcement officers to have shown compassion for an 18-year-old who was beaten to a pulp instead of treating him as a throwaway?

There's a pretty scary lesson in there somewhere.